My name is Peeper!

** Front De-Clawed **

Oh, hi. Name’s Peeper, but you can call me Peeps if I like you enough. Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not here for the mushy, cuddly nonsense. I’m a no-nonsense, been-through-it-all kinda gal with a sass streak a mile wide. My life hasn’t been all sunshine and tuna cans, but I’ve come out the other side with my head held high—and maybe a little crooked, thanks to my charmingly cross-eyed look.

Yeah, I’ve got a unique face and a coat to match, but don’t think for a second I’m just here to be admired. I’ve got rules: I like my peace, my quiet, and a nice, calm spot to chill. You see, I’ve been dealt a rough hand—declawed and tossed outside like I didn’t matter. Add in a bald spot from a flea collar left on way too long, and, well, you get why I’m not here for any nonsense.

But let me tell you this: I’m a good cat. I deserve a soft landing and a cozy retirement home where I can finally feel safe and respected. If you’ve got the patience for an old gal with a heart of gold hidden under some sass, I might just let you join my circle.

Come on down to FDHS and meet me—if you’re lucky, I might grace you with my presence.


**Spayed, FIV/FeLV negative, and up-to-date on vaccines & monthly prevention**